الصناديق

13 May 2011

I am not a suspected "terrorist" any more !

Something unbelievable happened to me.

As I waited at the immigration queue at Miami International Airport, I was already preparing myself psychologically for the “terrorist room” experience.

Since 9/11 whenever I travelled to the United States of America, I would be sent to what I call the “terrorist room”, which others call the “black room”. It is where people like me, Arabs, go through an additional process of immigration registration.

Last time I was in Miami, in summer 2009, the “terrorist room” was so full, it took several hours for the process to be done. I ended up missing my connecting flight, had to stay the night in Miami, had to pay the difference in my ticket, etc. Immigration could not care less that I had a connecting flight.. and I had more than 3 hours connecting time. But that was not long enough for the “terrorist room” visit.

I was praying my “terrorist room” experience would not be so bad this time.

Just like everyone else?

His name was Marti. He was pleasant and polite. He was very intrigued by my travel document. He had never seen a Palestinian refugee travel document before.

“Where did you come from, ma'am”

“Caracas”

“What were you doing there”

“I live there”

“What have you come to the States for?”

“I am invited by Florida International University to speak this afternoon”

“What do you do?”

“I am a journalist”

After a pause, as I watched him check my visa, I asked:

“Are you sending me to that room now?”

“No ma'am. We don't do that any more”

Don't do that any more????

My eyes went wide open as I asked in total disbelief:

“Really?”

“Yes ma'am”

“Since when?”

“Since about a week ago”

My eyes opened up even more, lit like a 4-wheel-drive-car's headlights at night.. I could not believe what I was hearing.

“Please place your four fingers on the machine and take your glasses off for the picture”, he continued.

“So what happens after this?”, I asked anxiously.

“Nothing ma'am you go through”

“You mean I am just like everyone else now?”

“Yes ma'am.. just like everyone else”

He smiled as he looked at my smile become wider and wider, almost reaching ear to ear. I felt like jumping over that desk of Marti's to give him a kiss or a hug or something. He stared at me as he could sense my joy then gave me back my passport.

“You're done ma'am”

No further questions. No further nothing.. Amazing!

I asked him what the name of that room was. He said: NSEERS (National Security Entry-Exit Registration System)

I must have thanked Marti 3 or 4 times. And here I am, walking away without being interrogated, without waiting, without feeling I am a suspect.

My first terrorist room

Flashbacks of my past experiences in the “terrorist rooms” were haunting me. In 2004 as I disembarked a flight, two officers were there waiting for me.

“Dima Khatib?”, one of them said with a lousy accent as they saw me walk into the airport building. “Yes?” I said, taken by surprise.

“Come with us please”

The man who had been sitting next to me on the very long Cathay Pacific flight from Hong Kong to Los Angeles (13 hours!) and with whom I had had an interesting conversation, suddenly walked away from me. Of course he would. I was taken away like some criminal.

How did they know my name? How did they spot me? They must have got the information from the flight attendants as I walked out of the plane.

The hours I spent in Los Angeles Airport's “terrorist room” were absolute hell. They asked me things I never thought anyone would ever ask, things about my grandparents, my friends, my life. I had to sit down and write a list of all the countries I have visited in my entire life, with dates of the visits and names of persons or institutions I visited there. They expected me to know the phone number of my primary school and the name of the headmaster. My purse was emptied and everything in it was checked, bit by bit, including everything that was in my wallet. On a later visit to the USA, during another “terrorist room” experience, one officer said to me : “Is your credit card still number such and such ma'am?” !!!! That is when I realised that in Los Angeles “terrorist room” they had stored the numbers of my bank cards!

For someone who travels as often as me, it is really impossible to list all the countries I have visited. The officer said: if you give any false information you could be denied entry to the United States of America.

I wondered whether I was in some Arab regime airport. I reacted submissively as though I were in one. I was truly in shock.

The Los Angeles “terrorist room” was even more hellish due to the attitude of the officers. I thought they would be nice, being mostly Latinos because Latinos are nice people. But they were mean. I remember one Guatemalan female officer, her last name was Paz. I could hardly understand her English so I spoke to her in Spanish. She got upset and started interrogating me on why on earth an Arab like me coming from Hong Kong speaks such good Spanish. Speaking languages is now suspicious?!

You don't like life in the USA?

Another “terrorist room” experience in 2006 at Miami International Airport included two different interrogation sessions in small interrogation booths. One of my interrogators was a woman. She had a Middle Eastern accent but I did not ask her where she was from. I suspect she was of Iranian or Afghan origin.

“Have you ever applied for immigration to the US?”, she asked, based on the fact that I have family members who have.

“No I haven't”

“Do you plan to apply for a Green Card?”

“No I don't”

“Why?”

“Because I live in Venezuela and I don't plan to live in the US”

"You don't like life in the US?"

"I just have my life in Venezuela right now"

“How is life in Venezuela?”

“I like living in Venezuela”

“Wouldn't you like living in the US?”

“I am happy living in Venezuela”

“But you are a Palestinian refugee.. wouldn't you like to have a US passport?”

“I am happy with my Palestinian document”

She went on and on. I knew that if I told her at any point that I was interested in a Green Card, she could deny me entry to the US on the basis on illegal immigration. But telling her the truth, which is that I wasn't interested, only made her ask more and more questions. And it was none of her business really, after all! But she reminded me several times that having a visa is not sufficient to enter the USA.

Chavez says hello to you!

The other guy who interrogated me that time in Miami asked about my work with Al Jazeera and why I am based in Venezuela out of all countries. When I explained to him that it is the most newsy place in all Latin America for our Arab audience, he got very curious.

“How is Mr. Chavez doing?”

I was not sure how to answer that question. Tricky.

After a brief pause and a smile, I said:

“Chavez is fine. He says hello to you”

“He does?”

“Yes he does. He says hello to every American citizen... You can go back to his speeches and double-check for yourself”

The interrogator tried to get my feelings about Chavez and other leftists in the continent. Again what do my political views or my analysis have to do with an immigration officer?

Why do you travel to the Middle East?

Another flashback came to me from 2010. It was at Houston George Bush International Airport. The immigration officer kept flicking through the pages of my travel document.

“You travel a lot ma'am”

“Yes”

“You have been to many Middle Eastern countries”

“Yes I have. Well, I am from the Middle East”

“But do you go there for leisure or for something else?”

“Mostly to see family”

“Why did you go to Syria and Iran in 2009?”

“I was accompanying Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez on a tour in the region”

“Oh.. so you did not go there for leisure... What did you go there for?”

“I was covering the President's tour in the region”

“And why were you doing that?”

“Because I am a journalist, it is part of my job.”

“And what did you report?”

“You may watch Al Jazeera to find out!”

“And why did Chavez go there?”

“You can ask him that yourself if he shows up here one day..”

And I smiled!

He got irritated by the joke but I was not going to let him go through with this interrogation about my reporting. What is his business what I report or where I travel or with whom?

Our conversation ended there. He then sent me to the “terrorist room”.. arrrrgh !

Running around

Often as I left the US I would have to look for the immigration office myself, hidden somewhere, sometimes in a different terminal than the one I was traveling from. I had to get registered as “out” of the country in the system. Otherwise I was told I would never be able to return to the United States.

So over the years I got to learn where these NSEERSoffices are located in many US airports. In an airport like Atlanta's you had to go through a complicated route, and then go through security checks all over again.

It was always a pain, always required waiting for some officer to show up, to make sure the “potential terrorist” is registered as having left the US.

Well not any more !

Feeling welcome

As flashbacks faded away, I was enjoying my newly acquired almost hassle-free reality at Miami International Airpot.

Proud and happy, I walked out of the luggage area, still in disbelief. I was still expecting some officer to pop up and get me. I was waiting for that voice to say: “Dima Khatib?” !

But nobody did..

I could not help feel overwhelmed by this new situation. My eyes were full of shy tears. I felt like shouting out loud to everyone: I am like everyone else !

I don't know how the decision was made to abolish this. Surely it wouldn't be because of Bin Laden's recent death. I just read online that it turned out not to be such an efficient policy in combatting terrorism because it focuses on origin or country instead of other factors. Not sure if there is some new procedure that will replace it. I could not care less at this stage.

I am just enjoying this historic day. It added to the feeling of freedom and dignity Arabs are feeling today thanks to the revolutions. NSEERS is gone. It almost sounds like some State Security body in an Arab country abolished by the revolution.

For the first time in 10 years, I can say I entered the United States of America with dignity.

13 comments:

Anonymous
said...

yea, at airports they used to be very rude with arabs. i remember once travelling from NY to Jeddah, right before boarding the plane, there was this officer asking every single one of them all this questions! they were taking so long! i'm Latin, so i didnt have a problem. but once when i was traveling from Bogota to Toronto, this security lady kept looking at my passport and she was surprised that i had travelled so much! cos i used to live in saudi, so i had all the exit-reentry visas, and i felt like saying, since when is it a crime to travel!?thank god all those things might be over now! :)

I am Argentine, and had had green cards on two separate occasions, but finally I returned to Argentina to stay, and after 10 years I needed a tourist visa for the US. The question: you don't want to keep your permanent resident visa (trick question, I was obviously not living there) was like the one they asked you about not wanting to move to the US. I had to tread a fine line between what I wanted to tell them and what I thought they wanted to hear. Nasty experiences these are. Most US Americans have no idea this goes on. Oh yes, and I wouldn't count on all this being over... at least for now it is easier.

not as bad experience(s) as yours, Dima, but I remember very well when I was travelling from England to Finland with my ex-gf to meet her parents over Christmas and New Year. when i left the UK anyone barely checked my documents because my European partner was standing next to me clutching my hand. I felt like I needed no other identity.

When I was coming back to England, my passport was checked twice at Tampere airport in Finland as she was not in the departure lounge with me. I was asked questions why i visited Finland and when. Anyway, it wasn't that bad.

But when I landed at Stansted, England, i had to go through the non-EU counter where i got stuck for no reason. they kept me sitting for a good 30 minutes without telling me the reason. Later, they asked me where I was coming from, why I went, how long did i stay, what i do in England, what I do at the BBC radio, and if i go to the mosque to say friday prayers! I was handed back my passport by the immigration officer who said the new machine-readable passport hasn't got the page numbers on it so we were worried if it was a forged one...but i felt that my walking passport was missing, not the page numbers...

I didn't go to US before but as i read in your article and i heard from some people that somethings like this happens in western airports .. But the thing that i am surprised of that alot of arabs are denying and defending them as they are angels and these things wouldn't happen from them !! .. I don't mean that i hate western countries but i don't know why lots of people don't want to say the fact that they are treating us as terrorists just because that we are muslims !!

This treatment is reserved to people from the arabic/muslim countries and obvisouly the "Axis of Evil" ones.

I believe They get your name and passport from the airline company as well as your credit card details that you used for the ticket.

I get the same treatment but not the same type of questions as I was mainly visiting for holidays.

The first I visited, I spendt a hour or so at the room where I literally had to refill a visa application form and when I hand it over I had to answer the questions orally as if someone else wrote that applicaiton I just handed.

The second time I was sent there for no reason, It took me one hour just for the Officer to call me to the counter (after 45min I told her that I had a connecting flight from Chicago to Memphis in less than an hour she told me to go sit down as I was not admitted to the US yet) but once my turn came, I got my entry stamp in less than a minute.

Hopefully this will change for all of us and the only waiting lines that remains are those of nationals and non nationals as in any other countries.

I just don't understand people going to the States if they don't need it. It's not necessary to be humiliated that way. You might be treated like a "human being" now, but they haven't changed what they think about arabs. American politicians stink!!

I get the feeling you feel grateful. Its sad how much they control your emotions. For someone coming from the same background, pride make me indifferent. Humiliation is something only you subject yourself to, and dignity, well, no one can take it unless you give it.

Reading such stories is like reading Thrillers.It happened that I went to the UK on July 9th, 2005 just 2 days after the London bombings. There were no 'terrorist rooms' but I got the feeling that every officer's eye was that kind of room. the fact that you are an Arab is the fact that you suspicous. I liked your dry answers to the officers' questions. It tells something about Arabs. they are meant to say that we are sometimes obliged to change our tradidions to cope rude people.

A journalist turned blogger. "Dima's Leaves" is the home I tag along wherever I travel in the world or in my mind. Here, I write my own thoughts, views, fantasies and pains. I only represent myself as a free Arab in a global society.. and an eternal lover, mostly of moons and revolutions

NOW I strive to be a writer. I'd be glad to have you amongst my readers